DO NOT COPY MY STUFF AND BE NICE

Holy shit she smacked my butt. I gotta act cool, "If you wanted to touch my butt you could have just asked nicely." Yes, good job Matteo, that was the right move. I start the laugh so hard that my grip on Millie listens.

After we stop rolling around the floor with laughter I look up to see tears streaming down her face. What did I do? Now she is crying! "Bambina are you okay? We can save the rest of this game for later."

After wiping her eyes and sitting up she says, "That's a good idea it's eleven o'clock now anyways. And I am tired. I'll go change, oh do you have clothes I could borrow for the night? I also want to shower, is that okay?" My plan is in action. I purposely ran out of her house before she could pack her pajamas so she would have to wear my clothes. So smart of me. And with her showering in my bathroom, she'll smell like me!

"Yes, one second, let me get some clothes." I rush to my closet and decide to give her a pair of my boxers and a dark green shirt. The second phase is in action. Taking the clothes and a "Yes, thank you." She goes into the bathroom.

I spread myself out on my bed. Something doesn't seem right. There is a vertical strip of light on my wall. The bathroom door never closed? Should I close it for her or leave it? "Hey, Bambina. Just so you know the door is cracked a little." I'll give her the decision then.

"Oh thank you for telling me." She closed it, damn it. Staring at the ceiling is boring so I grab the remote to my TV and turn on F1 racing. After a while, Bambina comes out of the bathroom in my clothes. Delicious. "Don't you need to shower?"

"Yes, I need to shower after the sock game. That crazy game got me all hot and bothered," I'm trying to hint that I have a fat crush on her, "If you get bored feel free to turn on a different channel." I hand her the remote, grab my sweatpants, and head to the bathroom.

She has her bathroom bag sitting in the corner of my countertop. Maybe we can do face masks again. Last time it was a clay one and I got to look at her concentrated face while she put the slimy stuff on my face.

After doing everything I needed to in the bathroom, in only dark sweatpants, I opened the door to see a sleeping girl on my bed. Millie was dead asleep on top of the bedspread with the TV still on F1. The shirt had ridden up to her waist, and her braid was resting on my pillow. She is so cute, I just want to squeeze her. But now I must practice self-control when I'm around her.

I go to turn off the TV and lights, but still keep the lamp on my nightstand turned on. I still need to see where I'm walking. Now I must peel her off the top of my bed, and move her under all of the blankets.

Carefully wrapping one of my arms around her knees and the other around her shoulders I pick her up, move her to my side, flop the blankets over, pick her back up, place her on the mattress, and finally tuck her in. She is ASLEEP, not even a little movement or sound came from her.

Crawling into the covers I turn off the light and pull her body to mine. My eyes start to close when she turns around and snuggles closer to my chest. This is what heaven must feel like.

Millie

I had just gotten in the shower when I heard "Hey, Bambina. Just so you know the door is cracked a little."

I rush to close the door, "Oh, thank you for telling me." Oh my gosh! Did he see anything?! No time for thinking now, I want to be in and done as soon as possible

I grab a fluffy towel for after I get out. I decide I'm not going to wash my hair for a few reasons; I just washed it, I'm at a boys' house, and I don't feel like drying it. So I looked around for the body wash. Because I didn't bring my own I have to use Teo's. I'm surprised to find separate bottles for conditioner, shampoo, shave cream, and body wash. I thought boys only had a 4-in-one bottle. I'm so glad I was wrong.

He always smells good, even after practices he doesn't smell like a pig. The body wash scent is 'Sandalwood' . It smells really good, it smells like Matteo. Why am I thinking these things? Smells like Matteo? Weird. And borderline creepy.

After drying off with a towel I slip on his boxers, a loose sports bra, and his shirt over my head. Ooh, he is good at knowing what I like. A nice, worn, soft shirt. I clean my face, moisturize, brush my teeth, and put Vaseline on my lips and eyelashes. I place my bag in the corner because I'm going to be here all weekend so I don't see the point of moving everything back and forth. I grab my dirty clothes and walk out the door with tired eyelids.

Matteo is sitting on the bed watching F1 racing. "don't you need to shower?" Because it's gross if you don't shower before bed, even if you showered in the morning. Just get the day grime off.

"Yes, I need to shower after the sock game. That crazy game got me all hot and bothered." WOAH WHAT IS WITH HIM. "If you get bored, feel free to turn on a different channel." he hands me the remote controller, grabs his clothes, and walks into the bathroom like that didn't happen. Ugh, I'm too tired to think. So I flop down on the bed and without getting under the covers I conk out.

Waking up all warm and cozy, lying on a bare chest is a good feeling. Wait, BARE CHEST. I jolt up but my arms lock me on top of the man under me. WERE AM I, WHY AM I SLEEPING ON SOMEONE?

"Why are you moving so much?" A gravelly voice from below me. Oh, it's Matteo. I calm down a bit but I'm STILL LAYING ON HIS CHEST. It is very warm and comfy but still.

"I forgot where I was for a second."

"A second? You were wiggling for a whole minute. And you woke me up." Oops.

"Sorry, I just got scared for a minute 'cause I didn't know whose chest I was lying on."

"You laid on other chests?" His eyes lock on mine.

"Uh no. I have never laid on anyone's chest before you."

A smirk morphs on his face "So I'm the first?" Isn't that what I just said?

"Yep, how does it feel to be the first person I've laid on?"

His eyes close and his hands relax on my back, "It feels amazing."

Matteo

A wiggling millie wakes me up from the best night of sleep in my life. "Why are you moving so much?" My morning voice is in full swing, and the horror in her eyes vanishes as we make eye contact. Pretty Bambina.

"I forgot where I was for a second." I will never forget where I am when I'm with you. I think being tired does something to my brain.

"A second? You were wiggling for a whole minute. And you woke me up." Not that I minded being woken up by you. But still, sleep is important, and I haven't been getting much sleep anyway.

"Sorry, I just got scared for a minute 'cause I didn't know whose chest I was lying on." Whose plural? More than one chest? More than one guy?

"You laid on other chests?" Her eyes widened, so I guess I'm the only one. Perfect.

"Uh no. I have never laid on anyone's chest before you." Now I don't have to envy the guy before me because there isn't a guy before me.

Time for a hint, "So I'm the first?" Will she get it?

"Yep, how does it feel to be the first person I've laid on?" I don't know if I should count that as a win or lose.

One of my hands goes to rest on her lower back and the upper along her shoulder blades, "It feels amazing." My eyes close and I drift back to sleep.

-SK